General Gordon Mannheim is to be congratulated on his decisiveness in dealing with the many tricky situations that arose. He’s asked me to specially...thank all those who fought today, and to pass along his condolences to the families of those who died. He and I share your grief. Those we know to be dead include King Edward, King Herbert, Queen Lara, and General Gerald Mannheim, hero of Marley’s Landing and the Dareed war, the father of General Gordon Mannheim as well as Gordon’s sister, Captain. “Damn, Dari, that’s a hot outfit,” he was smiling. Corey had picked my plaid school girl skirt and a semi-sheer white midriff shirt. I had on over the knee white thigh highs and black platform heels.Then Elliot said, “But you’re late, next time you'd better get that bare butt in here quicker.”He was not teasing, he had told me at my interview that when a boss tells you to do something in our business, you do it quick. Corey and I fell in step with him as he turned down a hall.Another hall. The one I get is just what I expect."Thinking about the sky."The gaze upward at the endless blue. Kieran really is a summer person. All the time the sun is out and it's warm he'll be out here looking at the sky, wishing for wings. Me, I'm a winter person. I want the ice and the snow and the sky white, the sun hanging like a disc of thin ice. Then it is time for the hunt, to race across a frozen world after the scent of warm red meat. But Kieran wants wings, and it's the one thing I can't give. He asked and then waited in silence until Paul did that and came back to take his seat. He looked at both of them, so young, so handsome, both champion sports men and fit, taut bodies. They were both his weakness. Prof. Shah just could not spare anyone of them. Both had firm and solid asses wrapped in their tight pants; so needy to be fucked hard and often.“Listen carefully; I am going to offer you a deal”. He said without any dithering as his cock stiffened solid as a rock, thinking of what he.